Paradigmatic? (and anti-paradigmatic and nonparadigmatic-singular) Song alluding outside/aspectually irrelevising of Structural Repetition:
Mike Oldfield and Anita Hegerland – innocent
Speak to me like the very first speak
You are magnificent when you’re innocent
Laugh to me like the very first laugh
You are from heaven sent when you’re innocent
When you need to get another chance today
For a thunder is the past a path we are human being
Do you rather like to feel what is my life
If you’re really going to listen baby
At my fantasy… and me
Savage – don’t cry tonight
‚Warm Machine‘ by Bush is to me also (among all other potentials and soundings) a lyrics that reminds me of the philosophy of Gilles Deleuze and Atomism.
As I yesterday watched the video of Eurythmics doing „Miracle of Love“ live 1987 in Sydney. There was to me in (maybe a sequence of) moments the nonrelative and subjective-absolute beauty of David A. Stewart and Annie Lennox and of the music and sound it resounded in me. Today, it would be a different experience to watch the video, but — in my current estimation we are (more or less metaphorically) fractals — I can still somewhat remember a kind of reverberation of the momentary experience and the beauty it had (for example put in the reduction of words with: sounded or resounded) to me in my then-constellation.
„I’m rapping, son.“
„You’re not my dad.“
Lol. MC Paul Barman – excuse you
I can tell, seen before
I know the way, I know the law
Can’t believe, can’t obey
Can’t agree with all the things
I hear you say [Kosinsky: „And I can’t agree with all the things I say my“self“.]
Don’t ya know, all the time
You got yours an‘ ya know that
I got mine
Grab a hold, don’t let go
Don’t let them rob ya of the only way ya know
Oh no, no-one else, got the
right to make you sorry for yourself.
Stay clean […]
In the end, you’re on your own
And there is no one that can stop you being alone.
Lyrics of: Motörhead – stay clean
Ruhen Sie da, wo immer Sie mögen, James Last. Eines meiner Lieblingslieder, in gewisser Weise romantisch, in gewisser Weise auch gerade nicht.